The supreme figure added the conditions for a victory by the Thirty-Three Heavens to the pact.
"Agreed."
The Immortal Hall Lord had already anticipated that the supreme figure would say this, and wrote the name of the Thirty-Three Heavens onto the pact.
In truth, although this sort of battle was cruel, it was "good news" for the currently depleted Thirty-Three Heavens.
At least the Thirty-Three Heavens stood a chance of winning a battle like this.
Boom!
Once the name of the Thirty-Three Heavens was stamped onto the pact, it shuddered violently and erupted with dazzling golden radiance. A pillar of light shot out of it, piercing straight into the highest vault of the Thirty-Three Heavens and imprinting itself in its deepest reaches!
"Mitian..." The Immortal Hall Lord sensed Mitian's aura deep within the pact.
This pact must have been Mitian's handiwork.
Only a "local" like him could forge a Heaven-Earth Pact with the Thirty-Three Heavens so effortlessly.
Once the pact took shape, it slowly faded, merging into heaven and earth.
"You have two hours to prepare. Send some powerful fighters, and don't disappoint my Nine Profound Ancestral Domain too much!"
The supreme figure chuckled and vanished behind the realm barrier.
Dao Wutian glanced toward the Thirty-Three Heavens, then silently followed the supreme figure away.
Gazing at Tian's World, everyone from the Chaos World wore solemn expressions. In two hours, they would step onto a battlefield where death was almost certain. Most of them would leave their bones buried there!
"A fine graveyard. I like it!" Gai Mao laughed heartily. The Ancient Clan of Strength had no cowards, and he had never known fear.
"Trading one life for one is no loss. Taking two is a killing!" Beside him, Gai Jie and Gai Lei felt the same. Cultivators of the Ancient